Well, my readers, looks like Winter got plastered yesterday. So much so that when she woke up this morning, she blocked out all sunlight and violently regurgitated her load all over my town.
We are all stranded in our houses until she recovers. Her ladies-in-waiting, aka meteorologists, predict with rest and lots of toxin-purging, she will get better and we can all return to work tomorrow morning.
Until then, I combat my boredom by deliberately testing my cherub father’s patience and making a fabulous spaghetti dinner. Complete with homemade bread (mercilessly beating dough with my bare fists gives me great satisfaction, oddly enough).
God, I love snow days.